Phases of Lips
Lips, luscious, luxury, everything desirable. The gate to the sins of your favorites.What color adorned a sweet smile, red to rock the world in Gatsby scandal. Pink to tempt the ATM into spoiling the white lines of cocaine whims. Brown to hush away the souls of cowardly men before devouring their ego whole.
Lips are everything. A fine line between hers and mine, or his and mine, or just theirs and mine. A barrier between voices, and decadent choices. It is the guardian to my bitterness, to my seduction, to my devastation, to the everlasting muse of my complications.
Lips as luscious and lavish in mind as they are in person or lingering on mine.
- Empress Jade